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[Intro: FTOS Twan]
(Okay, KMoney)
Ayy

[Verse 1: FTOS Twan]
'Wood and a Swisher got me talkin' to my dead opps
b*tch, I don't fit in 'cause I stand out
Stuff your b*tch with some pressed pills and make her head out
That's your mans, huh? He a hothead, huh?
See you, shoot him ten times in the head and make his head hot

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Chase him down in some Jordan 2s, b*tch, they deadstock
Brand new PLR with the coolant and the red dot
Auntie tryna buy a thousand Vics, meet me at Redbox
f*cked your b*tch off a zip of Runtz and a red pop
Poke an opp three times in the stomach, watch him bled out
I just got some head and caught a body at a fan house
b*tch had her brother tryna kill me, guess it ain't plan out

[Verse 3: GrindHard Rerock]
Hit a jugg for ten iPhones, now my head hot
I hit a b*tch off a Perc-10 and made her legs lock
I never see you pus*y n*ggas out, y'all playin' dead, huh?
Drive to Texas and get ten thousand from Lil Ed house
Then firebomb my ex-b*tch crib 'cause she a fed now
Shoot at me, I'm drummin' back with Glock and hittin' heads now
[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
sh*t, I just poured out some drank for the dead opps
Gave Unc' a twenty of some raw, he in a headlock
Bro just spent four blue strips on a red Glock
I got a Smith & Wesson, 40 cal with a red dot
I met a white fiend that was iffy, spendin' bands now
Told mama don't get me sh*t for Christmas, I'm the man now

[Verse 5: GrindHard Rerock]
I think it's n*ggas outside f*ckin' with my Charger
I'm finna hit you n*ggas block and then act retarded
I bought a Glock with no attachments, you can ask Lil Harley
I'm sittin' in your trashcan with this baby Carbon
I'm finna chase this n*gga down in my uncle Jordans

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
n*gga, no the f*ck you ain't, you better grab my Forces
A'll chase you down in the Scat, he got six hundred horses
The condom bust inside of my b*tch, the trip got aborted
I got a 'bow of real Cookie, this sh*t came imported

[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
I just got some pure-ass cocaine, this sh*t came from Florida
Phone disconnected on the plug, I think he got deported
E got a pint of Hi-Tech, but he sippin' Morton
I can get you anything you want, I got six different sources
My plug from overseas, he pulled up in six different Porsches
Yeah, he might be taxin' for this sh*t, but it's never a shortage
I done made a way for a lot of n*ggas, but never rewarded
[Verse 8: FTOS Twan]
Come to my hood with no pass, you gon' get escorted
Hit a n*gga with .223s, that's LeBron and Jordan
All the opps say, "Aye," if you got hit with torch
Snatch the head off your b*tch and I might record it
She gon' f*ck the whole gang 'cause it ain't no shortage
Tre lil' bro, if I'd point, then you know he scorin'
It's vice-versa, if he point, then you know I torture
He wanna drop a hundred on me, he got a bullet shortage
Your bum ass can't drop a hundred on a pair of Forces
Hi-Tech in my cup, boy, you can't afford it
Auntie cut me in with the drank, I only paid forty
OT is sixty a pill, I'm finna stuff my shorty